The Painting by Werda Shermeen Zia
For a brief moment in precious time, I forgot where I was, and who I was. My surprise was so profound, that I even came to doubt if I was. I know that in that moment, even if God had called me to Him, I wouldn't have responded. And if I was Death, come to take me away, I would have paused. There must, indeed, be an angel somewhere who took a bow for painting this spell in the sky. It enraptures me to this day.









